Gao Jinbao led the main force of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom to come to the city of Quzhou unknowingly, but when he saw the fierce flag at the head of the city, the black iron armor under the city was lined up in a neat phalanx, and he was waiting for the battle.

"A Hundred Steps Through the Mighty General of the Yang Divine Arrow" Wang Heming looked up at the commander led by the enemy army, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Why are you?" ”。

Lang Zhendong waved the silver spear in his hand and said with a smile: "Hehe, Taiping thief, this general has been waiting here for a long time on the orders of my Yan Shuai!" Thief general, you hurt people with a secret arrow last time, it's not a good thing, why don't you and I make a break today?! ”。

Wang Heming's face turned pale with anger, and Gao Jinbao asked in a low voice, "Who is the other side?" How did General Wang get acquainted with him? ”。

Wang Heming hurriedly dismounted and knelt down to salute and replied: "Heavenly Father's Holy Venerable Immortal Mang, longevity is boundless, light covers the sun and moon, iQue Eight Desolations, thousands of years, blessings in all directions!" Holy Father, the enemy on the other side will be the vanguard of the thieves who invaded my heavenly kingdom in the Great Qi, what kind of rebellious mob is it? The last general fought with him and wounded him with arrows, and he eventually fled. ”

Gao Jinbao rolled his eyes and nodded slightly: "In this way, he is a defeated general under General Wang!" Today, our Heavenly Kingdom Heroes are coming to the city, so as to achieve a quick victory and return to the south bank of the Ling River as soon as possible. If General Wang can kill the head of this thief general, maybe our army will be able to recover Quzhou today. ”

Wang Heming's face turned red, his heart beat faster, and he felt embarrassed in his heart. But now that the Holy Father Tianzun has opened the golden mouth, and the situation is urgent, he has to go up and fight if he crushes his steel teeth!

In the rumbling war drums and the shouts and cheers of his own soldiers behind him, Wang Heming, the mighty general of "Hundred Steps Through Yang Shen's Arrow", picked up his gun and got on his horse, and rushed towards Lang Zhendong with great spirits.

With a "snap", the two spears intersected, and the two did not answer. Wang Heming beat the small drum in his heart, and at the same time mentioned twelve points of caution, the scene of "one ear" General Hu Lian Hu being picked off the horse by the other party seems to be vivid. Lang Zhendong secretly held his breath in his heart, gritted his teeth and vowed to avenge that arrow. This is exactly what it is: enemies see each other, and they are very angry.

Although Wang Heming is a famous archer, his skill in making a gun is not bad, so in the battle, the scene is not very ugly. The two of you come and go, fighting until the sky is dark, and they can't be separated. Outside the field, both sides were waving their flags and shouting hard, beating drums and cheering. Even the one-eyed dragon Gao Jinbao clenched his fists and secretly encouraged Wang Heming, hoping that he would fight well first, so as to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop, so that he could return to the south bank of the Ling River in time.

With the superposition of the generals on both sides and the fierce fighting rounds, Wang Heming gradually felt that his arms were numb, his physical strength was gradually exhausted, and his forehead was dripping with sweat. But Lang Zhendong became more and more courageous, and his killing moves were frequent, forcing his opponent to retreat again and again. If it goes on like this, it won't work, so that the Heavenly Father Holy Venerable and his own soldiers will despise the small matter, and if they don't get it, they will be injured. Thinking of this, Wang Heming began to roll his eyes.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Wang Heming shouted, the spear dragon in his hand swung his tail and handed it forward violently, Lang Zhendong did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly gave up the attack, withdrew the gun and returned to defense, holding the gun with both hands and slamming it upward. Unexpectedly, he touched the air, and then looked up to observe the enemy general, but saw that Wang Heming had already put away his gun and turned his horse, and fled quickly towards his own camp.

While feinting defeat and galloping, he quietly pulled out three sharp arrows from his quiver and put them on the string together. At the same time, he listened attentively to the movement behind him, and heard the sound of the hooves of the war horses behind him, and couldn't help but laugh in his heart: Little thief, you are still a little tender after all, you just suffered a loss last time, and you still don't have a long memory.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves behind him, Wang Heming gritted his teeth and pulled the bowstring sharply, and turned around. To his great surprise, the galloping horses were empty.

"A Hundred Steps Through the Mighty General of the Yang Divine Arrow" Wang Heming finally let go of the hand that was pulling the bowstring, and the three feathered arrows swayed as if they were drunk, floating aimlessly into the distance.

The galloping empty horse stabbed a fatal shot in the abdomen. "Poof", the head of the gun went straight from the bottom to the top, and was inserted into Wang Heming's lower abdomen. Wang Heming lowered his head and opened his eyes, he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

As the corpse of Wang Heming, the mighty general of the "Hundred Steps through Yang Shen's Arrow", fell from his horse, Lang Zhendong also turned over with a harrier and sat firmly on the horse's back again.

Both camps stopped beating drums and waving flags, and everyone stared at the center of the arena with their eyes wide open.

Lang Zhendong did not raise his arms and take the opportunity to lead the men and horses to charge the Taiping army, but calmly turned his horse around, and Shi Shiran returned to his team.

Seeing that the thieves of the new army of the protector slowly retreated into the city gate in a neat formation, the two city gates slowly closed. The one-eyed dragon Gao Jinbao was stunned. He gritted his teeth and cursed Wang Heming in his heart: What is not angry, I wanted you to boost your morale and calmly lead the whole army to annihilate the bandits in one go, which is good, but the other party came to dismount! Obviously, our men and horses are several times larger than the enemy, how can we act like we have lost a battle? If you don't have that diamond, don't do porcelain work, and if you don't have the certainty of victory, what are you bragging about in front of Lao Tzu?!

Thinking of this, he suddenly pulled out the saber hanging from his waist and shouted: "Heavenly soldiers and generals, don't let go of the thieves, avenge General Wang!" Beat the drums of war and fire the cannon to attack the city! ”。

With Gao Jinbao's order, the soldiers of the Taiping Army, who woke up like a dream, shouted and rushed up with their swords and guns, and rushed to the slowly closed city gate.

It was nearly dusk, and in the camp of Cutus, thick smoke billowed and flames were blazing. The sound of crying dad and shouting mother is endless.

Unabatur stared at his blood-red eyes, and swung the scimitar in his hand faster and faster and with more and more fierce strength, eager to devour the former ally in front of him, and now the greatest enemy, Bars of the Beggar Tribe.

On the entire battlefield, the formation of the brave and combative Caters Eagles at this time was scattered, and the flanking attacks from the front and back and left and right completely made them unable to distinguish friend from foe, thus becoming unprecedented panic. They could only make a rough judgment in a very short time from the clothing of the oncoming warriors, and then mechanically wield their scimitars to slash each other.

Some real friendly soldiers were killed by mistake, and the strong men of their tribe quit: Lao Tzu is sincere to help you, but you don't know what to do, and you don't recognize people? Then don't blame us for being rude! The battlefield was a mess, and two or three people from different tribes often teamed up to kill a Cutus warrior.

Alatan desperately escaped the siege of Chagan Temur and Agudamu, and rushed into the crowd, screaming and wielding twin scythes to kill all sides. He felt that he was about to go crazy, because of his softening of heart, he let Baars go, but brought the destruction of the entire tribe. At this time, only by frantically slashing and slashing the enemy can he relieve the pain in his heart and vent the resentment in his heart.

With a scream of "Ahh He clenched his blood-dripping scimitar, with tears in his eyes, and said in his mouth: "You ordered Sulunga to be shot and forced to kill Aslan!" Today I will beg for your life on their behalf! ”。

Enraged, Unabatur gritted his teeth and threw away Bars, and turned his horse to fight Chagan Temur. Is Barsna willing to give up? He urged the war horse to rush forward, and the originally steady sword technique suddenly became fierce.

After receiving the front and back attacks from the two, Unabatur immediately couldn't bear it, and after a while, many small wounds were added to his chest and back, and fine blood trickled down, and soon stained his robe.

At the end of his rope, Unabatur roared, unslashed the scimitar that Tsagan had slashed from above his head, and turned wide open and slashed at Bars's face.

Bars was taken aback, and while dodging, he also slashed at Unabatur's chest with a sharp swing.

With a "stab", Bars's face was left with a scar more than an inch long, and Unabatur's chest was opened by the extremely sharp blade of the scimitar, and the flesh was turned out.

Tsagan Temur stabbed him in the back just in time, and Unabatur fell with hatred. He did not fall in the bloody battle with the Great Qi Hussar Battalion, nor did he fall in the bloody battle with the Shani tribe. In the dark, he was always only one step away from the position of the Great Khan that he had been dreaming of.

The sky was completely dark, and under the pressure of the thick darkness of the four fields, the raging flames burning in the tent of the Kates tribe became more dazzling, and the billowing smoke was even more choking.

The corpses of the Casters were strewn all over the field, and the Cutters were slaughtered.

"Alatan, lay down your arms and dismount and surrender! No matter who dies, the Kates deserve it, only you, Alatan, are a rare warrior in our steppe, and I am willing to let you live. ”

Under the reflection of the raging fire, the golden mustache on Bals's lips glistened, and the scar on his face did not destroy his face too much, on the contrary, it added a little coldness to his face.

Bars's eyes were blazing as he stared at the bloodied Alatan, and behind him stood the black-pressed knights of all races.

Alatan didn't say a word, his movements were slow and difficult to turn over and dismount, he slowly knelt down in the direction of the camp of the Cutters tribe, and kowtowed deeply with tears in his eyes.

"Alatan, what Bars said is right, as long as you are willing to lay down your weapons and rejoin us, we will still be brothers in the future, and we can drink and sing together."

Agudam replied as he looked at Alatan, who had risen from the ground and slowly turned around.

In the darkness, there was no expression on Alatan's face covered with thick blood and mud, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't make a sound.

In the firelight, his eyes were blank and his gaze was glazed. To everyone's surprise, he grinned hard and gently raised his right hand that was clenching the scythe.

Then, without hesitation, he mercilessly wiped the blade of the scythe towards his neck.